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Monhegan

Some days, in September, when
the heavy ocean overwhelms the island
you tend to forget there are
lands, coasts, places, elsewhere.
This island is the whole earth
Under an iron tight sky
The mad sea unexpectedly [[strikethrough]] fits [[/strikethrough]] leaves
her voices and [[strikethrough]] white [[/strikethrough]] [[strikethrough]] night [[/strikethrough]] in [[strikethrough]] to [[/strikethrough]] every hollow,
And in the long openings between the forests
[strikethrough]And[/strikethrough] The leaves her sea mist [[strikethrough]] mole [[/strikethrough]] moves in [[strikethrough]] to [[/strikethrough]] the rents
Between headlands.
God, high up, would see
A silken cacoon, precious and snug,
Nested on a grey-green leaf.

Transcription Notes:
This one kind of fell apart on me near the end... Hard to decipher word after high up but definitely something that starts with w and ends in ed ["God...would see"]